Don’t Catch the Next Boat

You have to stay in the same burrito we put you in.
You can’t fly angels up to the sky or catch anything
in a net that’s made of stars and holes. Don’t catch
the next boat. You’ll only suffer out there,
bumping along some honeycomb coast of a
godforsaken guano island atoll until the boat
splits apart, casts you out to be eaten by seals. Seals!
The betrayal, after how you cried at the cartoon
where they got clubbed and the ice went red.
You have to stay here until you no longer want to leave
and no longer have the right clothes, anyway–
for some people, that’s actually a very short time.